Lucky for you that you're tangling with an Adamant pogledeer, Jon. The sight of those deadly razor-sharp teeth sent a pang of panic through him, but once a stag starts charging, what else is there to do but see it through? Bare though they may have been, his antlers weren't entirely dormant; they were still just as thirsty as they were any other season of the year.

Jon may have been prepared for it, but that wasn't going to stop Kieran from trying. What was formerly dull, dark wood began to take on a dazzling gold glow, antlers prepared to sap away the energy of whatever was unlucky enough to get in their way. Horn Leech? Horn Leech.